40 Explicit Adult Stories

by Heather Hearts

  “I know I am an intimidating sight, intern.” Haydon grinned. “But you need to get on with the physical… “

  “I… I… is that real?” She couldn’t tear her eyes away from his swaying member.

  “You mean my cock,” He looked down at himself and gave it a twitch. “Why yes, it’s as real as it gets.”

  “Oh, I mean… I’ve never seen anything…” She stammered, looking around the room.

  “Don’t worry, just get on with the physical and we’re done.”

  “Do…. I need to make you cum?” She asked apprehensively.

  “But of course.” He smiled wanly.

  “What tools should I use?” She looked at him, suddenly losing all her inhibitions. A strong desire to have him in her filled her senses.

  “Whatever you like.”

  “Shall I use my mouth and then my pussy?” She asked brazenly.

  “I see you’re going to make an excellent addition to the medic team here.” He grinned and twitched his cock again. “Take it, Kat, I see you’re working your mouth well… come, suck me off, baby.”

  “Umm…” She looked uncertain, though every instinct made her want to take his massive erection into her mouth. She leaned over his surging cock.

  “It won’t hurt,” He encouraged, caressing her hair.

  “But it’s so… so…” She stammered but couldn’t help herself, leaning forward she began kissing the baseball sized glistening cockhead. The manly muskiness of his cock filled her nostrils, her senses lit up; she longed to take all of it in.

  “Oh, baby.” She heard him moan. “Go down on me.”

  She slowly began licking the underside of his cock from the base to the head. She grabbed the thick base with her slim fingers, barely able to grasp the immense girth. It throbbed as if alive, pumping blood into the thick veins, surging for her.

  She marveled at it, the organ stood up like a lethal weapon before her, pulsing and straining for her pleasure. Pouncing on it hungrily, her mouth opened wide to accommodate it whole. The thickness fill her throat, stretching, spearing down. She could only manage half of it down her throat before her jaws began to hurt and her tongue felt squashed under the mass of its density.

  “Blood pressure abnormally high.” Ava beeped, making her convulse in laughter.

  “You have passed this round too.” Haydon announced. “It’s time for the next test.”

  “Is it for seeing how much I can take inside me?” Katrina gave him a sultry look, her arousal completely negating her inhibitions.

  She reluctantly released his cock and allowed him to push her back down on the table again.

  Haydon grinned, placing his gigantic cock against the moist tenderness of her pussy lips, testing her virgin tightness. She gasped as the thick head pressed against her smooth vaginal entry.

  “It’s my first time… will it hurt much?” She looked searchingly into his eyes.

  “The physical I did on you, it was to inject an enhancer into you. It will dull the pain and heighten pleasure. You’re going to love this.”

  “Oh, I am.” She nodded. “I sure am.”

  “Here it comes,” He groaned and pushed himself into her in one smooth move.

  The foot long organ slid right in all the way to the hilt, rupturing her virginity and filling her with bliss. The drug had dulled her pain receptors and heightened her other senses. Katrina felt his thickness fill her up, sending all sorts electric impulses on an explosive trek all over her body.

  She gasped, burying her face into his chest, her teeth biting down on the hard muscularity. Her nails dug into his back and buttocks. She felt the friction inside her as his thick cock slid in and out with increasing speed.

  “Oh, Thor… Thor.” She whimpered. “I’m going crazy… oh, fuck me… fuck me hard.”

  “Wow, now that’s the kind of formality we like to have here.” Haydon grinned, slamming into her with more enthusiasm. “Pretty soon, baby, you’re going to pass this test and make it as a permanent resident medic here.”

  “Oh, yeah… I’m going… to… love that.” Katrina cried out as her body went into overdrive, making her second orgasm gush all over Haydon’s cock deep inside her.

  “Oh yeah, that’s the stuff.” Haydon grunted. “You’re cumming all over me… that’s going to make me go too… uhhh.”

  She felt his grip tighten on her soft curves, his hips slammed in harder. His cock seemed to expand inside her and she knew he was going to cum. And he did. Hard and heavy, his ejaculation erupted inside her, making her head spin. The hot gush of liquid flowing inside as she herself came added to the pleasure threshold, making it explode, taking her on the ride of her life.

  “Oh, Thor… oh, I’m so… so…“ Katrina whimpered as the last throes on her orgasm ebbed. She clawed at his shoulders, kissing his neck and chin.

  “You were great, Kat.” Haydon patted her firm butt. “And you’re going to stay here for a long, long time.”

  “Body temperature unusually high.” Ava reported. “Signs of conception detected. Estimated time for gestation to mature, nine months.”

  Story 35

  Sylvia hated her life.

  Even in the growing city where she grew up, she had always felt as though there were bigger and brighter things on the horizon.

  However, Sylvia liked the city well enough. There really was nothing wrong with it. It was beautiful in all seasons and was sprinkled with so many different people; just walking out of her front door should have been the start of an adventure. However, walking out of her front door was exactly the problem.

  Now, she feared that she would never get that chance again, no matter what she did, since she was currently sitting on a train bound for the middle of nowhere.

  Her long sleeves hid the handcuffs that were placed on her wrists by the police officer who sat to her right. The man had been on her father’s payroll for quite some time and apparently, it was high-time he proved his loyalties.

  Sylvia rolled her eyes and looked out the window, thinking about the day and her miserable life so far.

  Even though the sleeves held the restraints, she was pretty sure that the whole train had witnessed her being drug onto the vehicle, kicking and screaming, as her father kept his distance. She supposed since the police officer was escorting her, everyone thought she was more dangerous than she really could ever be.

  Although, since her father never, ever got to know her, maybe he thought he was taking a necessary precaution, transporting me via police escort. It kept his nose clean and if she was no longer there to cause a problem, then anyone’s silence could be bought.

  That way, he wouldn’t have to pretend to feel guilty about anything.

  Every time Sylvia thought of her father, she saw the same look on his face, with eyes that burned with disappointment and ire.

  ***

  Sylvia was a larger girl, but she had never had a problem with being larger. Despite her father calling her names and making fun of her weight, she was fairly confident in herself. She liked her body and enjoyed making men’s heads turn when she did have the opportunity to walk around the city.

  Her father, on the other hand, never liked to see anyone taking an interest in her and always did his best to discourage her from thinking anything more of herself than he did; which wasn’t much.

  However, if you ask anyone in her father’s banking community, the rouse that she was the best, most beautiful creature to ever walk the Earth was alive and well. He had to keep up appearances after all.

  Everything in Sylvia’s life was a show. Her father, a wealthy man with a cold heart wanted to keep his daughter so close, at all times, that more often than not, she could hardly breathe. The only time he was ever really nice to her or pretending to look out for her best interest was when she was being shown off at a banquet, or when pretending to be a good father was in his best interest financially.

  Sylvia laughed as she wondered how he was going to explain shipping her across the cou
ntry to the west coast, where she would likely die from, pretty much anything. Knowing him, he would make it noble; telling his wealthy friends that he sent her away to school in Europe, or helped her to start a life in Spain. That would be something that they could respect. Yet, her father was certainly not one who needed to gain anyone’s respect; except his daughters of course, but that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.

  Especially not now.

  Sylvia couldn’t remember the last time he was nice to her for the sake of being nice and so, she rebelled the best she could.

  Since her father was so powerful, she knew she couldn’t do too much, since he literally controlled every aspect of her life, but the little bit she could do to make his life more difficult was apparently too much for him to handle. Sylvia’s father was used to using the endless amount of cash at his disposal to get his way and ever since she could remember, he had made sure that nothing went uncompensated. The more people he had under his thumb, the more powerful he felt.

  She tried to be the exception, but it didn’t take her long to realize the horrifying conclusion that there was nothing she could do in her present situation to escape his influence completely.

  Yet, this comprehension only made her want to act out more, to try and break his spirit, but no matter what she did, she couldn’t escape his wide financial reach.

  This last stunt was finally the one that made him do what he had threatened to do for years; ship her away to a ranch in the middle of the desert that no one has ever heard of. He seemed to think that would break her spirit, but she was determined to make the best out of the situation. She could not let her father win.

  When they finally reached their stop, hundreds of miles from the place where she grew up, the policeman wordlessly took her off of the train and escorted her by rental car to a range that was still a couple of hours away.

  Every time the policeman tried to talk to her, she would just curse at him and tell him to leave her alone, but when they made it to the ranch, which really was in the middle of nowhere, he stopped the car and looked around, before, craning his head towards her, “Do you know how much money your father is shelling out so that I not only take you out here, but keep my mouth shut about it?”

  “I don’t give a shit,” She answered simply, “Just take me to whoever you’re supposed to meet.”

  “Yeah…Okay.” He said, but as he leaned closer, Sylvia could feel the mood shifting, “In time…I will, but it doesn’t look like there’s anyone here so...” He put his arm around her and pulled her tightly against him. She tried to wriggle out of his hold, but the handcuffs and tightness of the car did not provide very much room for defense. “Maybe…we could…spend the time doing something a little more interesting…”

  “Go to Hell…” She relied, spitting at him.

  Immediately, he was on her, screaming at her, “That is enough! I have taken just about all of your shit that I can handle. Now, it’s time I get something that I want…”

  Then, before he could do anything and before Sylvia could scream, a loud, piercing voice penetrated the desert, “Hey! Get off of her!”

  ***

  Quickly, the police officer was pulled off of her and the man who had ahold of him just kept pulling until he had him out through the window. He pointed a shotgun at the man and demanded to know what they were doing on his property.

  The policeman stuttered, “This is Mr. Preston’s daughter…”

  The man, whose eyes were a piercing green, with dark, sun-tanned skin and a weathered look about him that made Sylvia feel an immediate attraction, looked at Sylvia, then back at the police officer, before he demanded, “Un-cuff that poor woman, hand her over to me and get the hell out of here before I tell Mr. Preston what you had on your mind, boy.”

  The police officer nodded and ran over to the side of the car to let Sylvia out. He grabbed her arm tightly and dragged her out, then pulled her around to where the man stood. He then unlocked her handcuffs, before he pushed her towards the man, who caught her with a solid grip.

  “She’s tricky, this woman…” He answered, “Got the tongue of a snake.”

  “I said; get out of here, before I blow your head off!” The man screamed, raising the gun.

  As the police officer got back in his rental car and sped away, Sylvia looked at the man. He wore a dark cowboy hat, which shadowed a scruffy, strangely sexy face and faded jeans, which covered most of brown leather cowboy boots. His flannel shirt rippled with the muscles that were clearly displayed down the rest of his arm, past where the sleeves were rolled up to his elbow and with the way the jeans fit him, she was sure that every inch of what was under his clothing was nothing but rock-hard, tight and deliciously strong muscles.

  This guy had all the makings of what she had always imagined a real man would be like, not some city-slicker or business guru, like her father.

  She the warming sensation of attraction and she wondered what that was all about. He wasn’t her age, but his experience and age was all a part of what made him incredibly sensual.

  “Are you okay?” He asked her once the police man had left.

  “As okay as I’ll ever be in some shit town like this,” She answered and began to walk towards the house.

  Immediately, she felt his hand grasp around her arm and pull her back as a slap landed across her face. It wasn’t particularly hard and it really gave her more of a rise than it actually hurt, but she grew pugnacious and got up in his face.

  “A lady doesn’t swear!” He exclaimed solidly, not even blinking when she tried to make herself look threatening, “Your first order of business is to get the hay bails out of that loft.”

  Grasping her cheek and glaring up at him, she demanded, “Wow! What time period did you just walk out of?” She rolled her eyes, “Seriously! You hit me because I swore?”

  His eyes grew wide and she thought he might smack her again, but instead, he simply asked, “Are you not a lady?”

  She glared at him, “Of course. What? This heifer not feminine enough for you?”

  However, he just shook his head and said, “Then, you had better start acting like one, because after you get past what flies out of your mouth, you’re really quite an endearing young lady.”

  Even though the comment made her happy, she couldn’t seem to portray that appropriately and so, she replied, despite her true feelings, “Ewww. Never in a million years...”

  He shrugged, “Fair enough. You still have to move those hay bales down off the loft, so I would get to it if I were you.”

  Without another word, Sylvia turned around and made her way towards the barn in the distance, trying to stay as far away from this crazy man as she possibly could.

  ***

  The work was hard and strenuous, but really, it wasn’t all that bad. For the first time, probably in her entire life, Sylvia did not feel eyes watching her. Usually she would feel the watchful eyes of her father or of his snitches, but right now, she didn’t feel anything but the awareness of being alone and she had to admit, it was kind of nice.

  However, she wasn’t going to let the man know that.

  A few hours later, she watched him walk in and she rolled her eyes at his approach.

  “Howdy…We didn’t really get a chance to introduce ourselves…”

  “Yeah, you were too busy laying down the law.”

  Ignoring her comment, he added, “My name is Clint…” he waited for her to say something and she could feel him behind her, like a warm presence, but it wasn’t strange, judgmental, or even really threatening. It was just there. Still she chose to purposefully disregard him and so, after a while, he asked, “Do you mind me asking what you did to land you here?”

  “Yes, I do…” She answered snidely, then rolled her eyes again and answered, “But if you must know, I snuck out and met up with a local bad boy. My father got wind of it and because he apparently has a record, he shipped me out here to God knows where.” She shook her head, “I barely even went o
n a date with the guy, before the police arrested him and brought me back to my father, because one of his ratty little informants said they saw me.” Then, she stopped, realizing who she was talking to and added, “But that’s really none of your business.”

  His eyes narrowed and he hissed, “You, young lady, are my business. Your father sent you here to earn some respect and that is exactly what you are gonna do.” He crossed his arms and added, “Now get to tending that garden…”

  As she turned around, he gave her a slight swat on the behind, which seemed more tender then cross. Still, she turned around and shot him a look, before going out to the field.